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The Kloof

The Kloof By Johannes Adriaan Snyman Hans did not look good. If truth be told, I have more than often seen the condition my foreman finds himself in, after a disagreement with Nostertjie, my Boerboel who occasionally makes his way into the kraal. Apart from the...

Tussen parabool en mite

Tussen parabool en mite By Johannes Adriaan Snyman O pretoria, O pretoria! jou swart heinings en teer strate weerspieël my mooiste prag en praal, jou vaal water en duister lug my suiwer skoonheid en helder sig. Ek is immers die bitter lied in smart van ook menigte, ‘n...

A memory of Hans Naudé

A memory of Hans Naudé By Johannes Adriaan Snyman To me it is always strange how something ordinary can spark a memory in the twinkling of an eye, as if it didn’t even exist, and suddenly a person would come alive in your mind as if it happened yesterday. Take Hans...

The Struggle is real

The Struggle is real By Johannes Adriaan Snyman Where is your struggle? Where is your real? I would tell you about a rose garden proper The joyous laughter of an English tea The glorious delight soaking in the purest of discourse. Yet the rusty chains of being weighed...

Avo and Rosy

Avo and Rosy By Johannes Adriaan Snyman Once upon a time there was an avocado tree by the name of Avo. Avo was an evergreen tree whose leaves did not whither. He was bearing much fruit in his season. Avo was a young tree but he stood firm in the ground, receiving...

An unnatural smile

An unnatural smile By Johannes Adriaan Snyman Eleanor Van Dyk was aware of a very uneasy, unnatural smile, as she looked at the bold headed man sitting diagonally across her. Ever so often, Eleanor could see through people, as if through visions and pictures, it was...

Suicide season

Suicide season By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “Seriously? How do you figure him to save the day? He is suicidal himself!” It was Greta speaking in her neat constable outfit sitting in the back of the police vehicle, moving with heartrending speed to the Van Wyk Bridge,...

THE VASE

THE VASE By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “You always say its business! Do you think I’m stupid?” Adele Darling shouted at the top of her voice while Tony, her husband, looked at her in utter bewilderment. “Business, business, business,” she continued with velocity....

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